"Oh，she’sprobablygettingoffsomeofthoseyarnsofhers，ortellingaboutsomepeople。Shecan’tstepoutofthehousewithoutcomingbackwithmorethingstotalkaboutthanmostfolkswouldbringbackfromJapan。
　　Thereain’taridiculouspersonshe’severseenbutwhatshe’sgotsomethingfromthemtomakeyoulaughat；
　　andIdon’tbelievewe’veeverhadanybodyinthehousesincethegirlcouldtalkthatshehain’tgotsomesayingfrom，orsometrickthat’llpaint’emoutso’tyoucansee’emandhear’em。SometimesIwanttostopher；
　　butwhenshegetsintooneofhergalesthereain’tanystandingupagainsther。Iguessit’sluckyforIrenethatshe’sgotPentheretohelpentertainhercompany。
　　Ican’teverfeeldownwherePenis。"
　　"That’sso，"saidtheColonel。"AndIguessshe’sgotaboutasmuchcultureasanyofthem。Don’tyou？"
　　"Shereadsagreatdeal，"admittedhermother。"Sheseemstobeatitthewholewhile。Idon’twantsheshouldinjureherhealth，andsometimesIfeellikesnatchin’
　　thebooksawayfromher。Idon’tknowasit’sgoodforagirltoreadsomuch，anyway，especiallynovels。
　　Idon’twantsheshouldgetnotions。"
　　"Oh，IguessPen’llknowhowtotakecareofherself，"
　　saidLapham。
　　"She’sgotsenseenough。Butsheain’tsopracticalasIrene。She’smoreupintheclouds——moreofwhatyoumaycalladreamer。Irene’swide—awakeeveryminute；
　　andIdeclare，anyonetoseethesetwotogetherwhenthere’sanythingtobedone，oranyleadtobetaken，wouldsayIrenewastheoldest，ninetimesoutoften。
　　It’sonlywhentheygettotalkingthatyoucanseePen’sgottwiceasmuchbrains。"
　　"Well，"saidLapham，tacitlygrantingthispoint，andleaningbackinhischairinsupremecontent。
　　"Didyoueverseemuchnicergirlsanywhere？"
　　Hiswifelaughedathispride。"Ipresumethey’reasmuchswansasanybody’sgeese。"
　　"No；buthonestly，now！"
　　"Oh，they’lldo；butdon’tyoubesilly，ifyoucanhelpit，Si。"
　　Theyoungpeoplecamein，andCoreysaiditwastimeforhisboat。Mrs。Laphampressedhimtostay，buthepersisted，andhewouldnotlettheColonelsendhimtotheboat；
　　hesaidhewouldratherwalk。Outside，hepushedalongtowardtheboat，whichpresentlyhecouldseelyingatherlandinginthebay，acrossthesandytracttotheleftofthehotels。
　　Fromtimetotimehealmoststoppedinhisrapidwalk，asamandoeswhosemindisinapleasanttumult；andthenhewentforwardataswifterpace。"She’scharming！"
　　hesaid，andhethoughthehadspokenaloud。
　　Hefoundhimselfflounderingaboutinthedeepsand，wideofthepath；hegotbacktoit，andreachedtheboatjustbeforeshestarted。Theclerkcametotakehisfare，andCoreylookedradiantlyupathiminhislantern—light，withasmilethathemusthavebeenwearingalongtime；
　　hischeekwasstiffwithit。Oncesomepeoplewhostoodnearhimedgedsuddenlyandfearfullyaway，andthenhesuspectedhimselfofhavinglaughedoutright。
　　XI。
　　COREYputoffhissetsmilewiththehelpofafrown，ofwhichhefirstbecameawareafterreachinghome，whenhisfatherasked——
　　"Anythinggonewrongwithyourdepartmentofthefineartsto—day，Tom？"
　　"Ohno——no，sir，"saidtheson，instantlyrelievinghisbrowsfromthestrainuponthem，andbeamingagain。
　　"ButIwasthinkingwhetheryouwerenotperhapsrightinyourimpressionthatitmightbewellforyoutomakeColonelLapham’sacquaintancebeforeagreatwhile。"
　　"Hashebeensuggestingitinanyway？"askedBromfieldCorey，layingasidehisbookandtakinghisleankneebetweenhisclaspedhands。
　　"Oh，notatall！"theyoungmanhastenedtoreply。
　　"Iwasmerelythinkingwhetheritmightnotbegintoseemintentional，yournotdoingit。"
　　"Well，Tom，youknowIhavebeenleavingitaltogethertoyou————"
　　"Oh，Iunderstand，ofcourse，andIdidn’tmeantourgeanythingofthekind————"
　　"YouaresoverymuchmoreofaBostonianthanIam，youknow，thatI’vebeenwaitingyourmotioninentireconfidencethatyouwouldknowjustwhattodo，andwhentodoit。
　　IfIhadbeenleftquitetomyownlawlessimpulses，IthinkIshouldhavecalleduponyourpadroneatonce。
　　ItseemstomethatmyfatherwouldhavefoundsomewayofshowingthatheexpectedasmuchasthatfrompeopleplacedintherelationtohimthatweholdtoColonelLapham。"
　　"Doyouthinkso？"askedtheyoungman。
　　"Yes。ButyouknowIdon’tpretendtobeanauthorityinsuchmatters。Asfarastheygo，Iamalwaysinthehandsofyourmotherandyouchildren。"
　　"I’mverysorry，sir。IhadnoideaIwasover—rulingyourjudgment。Ionlywantedtospareyouaformalitythatdidn’tseemquiteanecessityyet。I’mverysorry，"
　　hesaidagain，andthistimewithmorecomprehensiveregret。
　　"Ishouldn’tliketohaveseemedremisswithamanwhohasbeensoconsiderateofme。Theyareallverygood—natured。"
　　"Idaresay，"saidBromfieldCorey，withthesatisfactionwhichnoeldercanhelpfeelingindisablingthejudgmentofayoungerman，"thatitwon’tbetoolateifIgodowntoyourofficewithyouto—morrow。"
　　"No，no。Ididn’timagineyourdoingitatonce，sir。"
　　"Ah，butnothingcanpreventmefromdoingathingwhenonceItakethebitinmyteeth，"saidthefather，withthepleasurewhichmenofweakwillsometimestakeinrecognisingtheirweakness。"Howdoestheirnewhousegeton？"
　　"IbelievetheyexpecttobeinitbeforeNewYear。"
　　"Willtheybeagreatadditiontosociety？"
　　askedBromfieldCorey，withunimpeachableseriousness。
　　"Idon’tquiteknowwhatyoumean，"returnedtheson，alittleuneasily。
　　"Ah，Iseethatyoudo，Tom。"
　　"Noonecanhelpfeelingthattheyareallpeopleofgoodsenseand——rightideas。"
　　"Oh，thatwon’tdo。Ifsocietytookinallthepeopleofrightideasandgoodsense，itwouldexpandbeyondthecallingcapacityofitsmostactivemembers。
　　Evenyourmother’ssocialconscientiousnesscouldnotcompassit。Societyisaverydifferentsortofthingfromgoodsenseandrightideas。Itisbaseduponthem，ofcourse，buttheairy，graceful，winningsuperstructurewhichweallknowdemandsdifferentqualities。
　　Haveyourfriendsgotthesequalities，——whichmaybefelt，butnotdefined？"
　　Thesonlaughed。"Totellyouthetruth，sir，Idon’tthinktheyhavethemostelementalideasofsociety，asweunderstandit。Idon’tbelieveMrs。Laphamevergaveadinner。"
　　"Andwithallthatmoney！"sighedthefather。
　　"Idon’tbelievetheyhavethehabitofwineattable。
　　Isuspectthatwhentheydon’tdrinkteaandcoffeewiththeirdinner，theydrinkice—water。"
　　"Horrible！"saidBromfieldCorey。
　　"Itappearstomethatthisdefinesthem。"
　　"Ohyes。Therearepeoplewhogivedinners，andwhoarenotcognoscible。Butpeoplewhohaveneveryetgivenadinner，howissocietytoassimilatethem？"
　　"Itdigestsagreatmanypeople，"suggestedtheyoungman。
　　"Yes；buttheyhavealwaysbroughtsomesortofsaucepiquantewiththem。Now，asIunderstandyou，thesefriendsofyourshavenosuchsauce。"
　　"Oh，Idon’tknowaboutthat！"criedtheson。
　　"Oh，rude，nativeflavours，Idaresay。Butthatisn’twhatImean。Well，then，theymustspend。Thereisnootherwayforthemtowintheirwaytogeneralregard。
　　WemusthavetheColonelelectedtotheTenO’clockClub，andhemustputhimselfdowninthelistofthosewillingtoentertain。Anyonecanmanagealargesupper。Yes，Iseeagleamofhopeforhiminthatdirection。"
　　InthemorningBromfieldCoreyaskedhissonwhetherheshouldfindLaphamathisplaceasearlyaseleven。
　　"Ithinkyoumightfindhimevenearlier。I’veneverbeentherebeforehim。Idoubtiftheporteristheremuchsooner。"
　　"Well，supposeIgowithyou，then？"
　　"Why，ifyoulike，sir，"saidtheson，withsomedeprecation。
　　"Oh，thequestionis，willHElike？"
　　"Ithinkhewill，sir；"andthefathercouldseethathissonwasverymuchpleased。
　　Laphamwasrendinganimpatientcoursethroughthemorning’snewswhentheyappearedatthedoorofhisinnerroom。
　　Helookedupfromthenewspaperspreadonthedeskbeforehim，andthenhestoodup，makinganindifferentfeintofnotknowingthatheknewBromfieldCoreybysight。
　　"Goodmorning，ColonelLapham，"saidtheson，andLaphamwaitedforhimtosayfurther，"Iwishtointroducemyfather。"Thenheanswered，"Goodmorning，"andaddedrathersternlyfortheelderCorey，"Howdoyoudo，sir？Willyoutakeachair？"andhepushedhimone。
　　Theyshookhandsandsatdown，andLaphamsaidtohissubordinate，"Haveaseat；"butyoungCoreyremainedstanding，watchingthemintheirobservanceofeachotherwithanamusementwhichwasalittleuneasy。
　　Laphammadehisvisitorspeakfirstbywaitingforhimtodoso。
　　"I’mgladtomakeyouracquaintance，ColonelLapham，andIoughttohavecomesoonertodoso。Myfatherinyourplacewouldhaveexpecteditofamaninmyplaceatonce，Ibelieve。ButIcan’tfeelmyselfaltogetherastrangerasitis。IhopeMrs。Laphamiswell？Andyourdaughter？"
　　"Thankyou，"saidLapham，"they’requitewell。"
　　"Theywereverykindtomywife————"
　　"Oh，thatwasnothing！"criedLapham。"There’snothingMrs。Laphamlikesbetterthanachanceofthatsort。
　　Mrs。Coreyandtheyoungladieswell？"
　　"Verywell，whenIheardfromthem。They’reoutoftown。"
　　"Yes，soIunderstood，"saidLapham，withanodtowardtheson。"IbelieveMr。Corey，here，toldMrs。Lapham。"
　　Heleanedbackinhischair，stifflyresolutetoshowthathewasnotincommodedbytheexchangeofthesecivilities。
　　"Yes，"saidBromfieldCorey。"TomhashadthepleasurewhichIhopeforofseeingyouall。Ihopeyou’reabletomakehimusefultoyouhere？"CoreylookedroundLapham’sroomvaguely，andthenoutattheclerksintheirrailedenclosure，wherehiseyefinallyrestedonanextremelyprettygirl，whowasoperatingatype—writer。
　　"Well，sir，"repliedLapham，softeningforthefirsttimewiththisapproachtobusiness，"Iguessitwillbeourownfaultifwedon’t。Bytheway，Corey，"headded，totheyoungerman，ashegatheredupsomelettersfromhisdesk，"here’ssomethinginyourline。SpanishorFrench，Iguess。"
　　"I’llrunthemover，"saidCorey，takingthemtohisdesk。
　　Hisfathermadeanoffertorise。
　　"Don’tgo，"saidLapham，gesturinghimdownagain。
　　"Ijustwantedtogethimawayaminute。Idon’tcaretosayittohisface，——Idon’tliketheprinciple，——butsinceyouaskmeaboutit，I’djustasliefsaythatI’veneverhadanyyoungmantakeholdhereequaltoyourson。
　　Idon’tknowasyoucare"
　　"Youmakemeveryhappy，"saidBromfieldCorey。
　　"Veryhappyindeed。I’vealwayshadtheideathattherewassomethinginmyson，ifhecouldonlyfindthewaytoworkitout。Andheseemstohavegoneintoyourbusinessfortheloveofit。"
　　"Hewenttoworkintherightway，sir！Hetoldmeaboutit。
　　Helookedintoit。Andthatpaintisathingthatwillbearlookinginto。"
　　"Ohyes。Youmightthinkhehadinventedit，ifyouheardhimcelebratingit。"
　　"Isthatso？"demandedLapham，pleasedthroughandthrough。"Well，thereain’tanyotherway。
　　You’vegottobelieveinathingbeforeyoucanputanyheartinit。Why，Ihadapartnerinthisthingonce，alongbackjustafterthewar，andheusedtobealwayswantingtotinkerwithsomethingelse。’Why，’saysI，’you’vegotthebestthinginGod’suniversenow。
　　Whyain’tyousatisfied？’Ihadtogetridofhimatlast。
　　Istucktomypaint，andthatfellow’sdriftedroundprettymuchalloverthewholecountry，whittlinghiscapitaldownallthewhile，tillheretheotherdayIhadtolendhimsomemoneytostarthimnew。No，sir，you’vegottobelieveinathing。AndIbelieveinyourson。
　　AndIdon’tmindtellingyouthat，sofarashe’sgone，he’sasuccess。"
　　"That’sverykindofyou。"
　　"Nokindnessaboutit。AsIwassayingtheotherdaytoafriendofmine，I’vehadmanyafellowrightoutofthestreetthathadtoworkhardallhislife，anddidn’tbegintotakeholdlikethissonofyours。"
　　Laphamexpandedwithprofoundself—satisfaction。Asheprobablyconceivedit，hehadsucceededinpraising，inaperfectlycasualway，thesupremeexcellenceofhispaint，andhisownsagacityandbenevolence；
　　andherehewassittingfacetofacewithBromfieldCorey，praisinghissontohim，andreceivinghisgratefulacknowledgmentsasifhewerethefatherofsomeoffice—boywhomLaphamhadgivenaplacehalfbutofcharity。
　　"Yes，sir，whenyoursonproposedtotakeholdhere，Ididn’thavemuchfaithinhisideas，that’sthetruth。
　　ButIhadfaithinhim，andIsawthathemeantbusinessfromthestart。Icouldseeitwasborninhim。
　　Anyonecould。"
　　"I’mafraidhedidn’tinherititdirectlyfromme，"
　　saidBromfieldCorey；"butit’sintheblood，onbothsides。""Well，sir，wecan’thelpthosethings，"
　　saidLaphamcompassionately。"Someofushavegotit，andsomeofushaven’t。TheideaistomakethemostofwhatweHAVEgot。"
　　"Ohyes；thatistheidea。Byallmeans。"
　　"Andyoucan’tevertellwhat’sinyoutillyoutry。
　　Why，whenIstartedthisthing，Ididn’tmorethanhalfunderstandmyownstrength。Iwouldn’thavesaid，lookingback，thatIcouldhavestoodthewearandtearofwhatI’vebeenthrough。ButIdevelopedasIwentalong。
　　It’sjustlikeexercisingyourmusclesinagymnasium。
　　Youcanlifttwiceorthreetimesasmuchafteryou’vebeenintrainingamonthasyoucouldbefore。AndI
　　canseethatit’sgoingtobejustsowithyourson。
　　Hisgoingthroughcollegewon’thurthim，——he’llsoonsloughallthatoff，——andhisbringingupwon’t；don’tbeanxiousaboutit。Inoticedinthearmythatsomeofthefellowsthathadthemostgo—aheadwerefellowsthathadn’teverhadmuchmoretodothangirlsbeforethewarbrokeout。
　　Yoursonwillgetalong。"
　　"Thankyou，"saidBromfieldCorey，andsmiled——whetherbecausehisspiritwassafeinthehumilityhesometimesboasted，orbecauseitwastriplyarmedinprideagainstanythingtheColonel’skindnesscoulddo。
　　"He’llgetalong。He’sagoodbusinessman，andhe’safinefellow。MUSTyougo？"askedLapham，asBromfieldCoreynowrosemoreresolutely。"Well，gladtoseeyou。
　　Itwasnaturalyoushouldwanttocomeandseewhathewasabout，andI’mgladyoudid。Ishouldhavefeltjustsoaboutit。Hereissomeofourstuff，"hesaid，pointingoutthevariouspackagesinhisoffice，includingthePersisBrand。
　　"Ah，that’sverynice，veryniceindeed，"saidhisvisitor。
　　"Thatcolourthroughthejar——veryrich——delicious。
　　IsPersisBrandaname？"
　　Laphamblushed。
　　"Well，Persisis。Idon’tknowasyousawaninterviewthatfellowpublishedintheEventsawhileback？"
　　"WhatistheEvents？"
　　"Well，it’sthatnewpaperWitherby’sstarted。"
　　"No，"saidBromfieldCorey，"Ihaven’tseenit。
　　IreadTheDaily，"heexplained；bywhichhemeantTheDailyAdvertiser，theonlydailythereisintheold—
　　fashionedBostoniansense。
　　"HeputalotofstuffinmymouththatIneversaid，"
　　resumedLapham；"butthat’sneitherherenorthere，solongasyouhaven’tseenit。Here’sthedepartmentyourson’sin，"andheshowedhimtheforeignlabels。
　　Thenhetookhimoutintothewarehousetoseethelargepackages。Attheheadofthestairs，wherehisgueststoppedtonodtohissonandsay"Good—bye，Tom，"
　　Laphaminsistedupongoingdowntothelowerdoorwithhim"Well，callagain，"hesaidinhospitabledismissal。
　　"Ishallalwaysbegladtoseeyou。Thereain’tagreatdealdoingatthisseason。"BromfieldCoreythankedhim，andlethishandremainperforceinLapham’slingeringgrasp。
　　"Ifyoueverliketorideafteragoodhorse————"
　　theColonelbegan。
　　"Oh，no，no，no；thankyou！Thebetterthehorse，themoreIshouldbescared。Tomhastoldmeofyourdriving！"
　　"Ha，ha，ha！"laughedtheColonel。"Well！everyonetohistaste。Well，goodmorning，sir！"andhesufferedhimtogo。
　　"Whoistheoldmanblowingtothismorning？"askedWalker，thebook—keeper，makinganerrandtoCorey’sdesk。
　　"Myfather。"
　　"Oh！Thatyourfather？IthoughthemustbeoneofyourItaliancorrespondentsthatyou’dbeenshowinground，orSpanish。"
　　Infact，asBromfieldCoreyfoundhiswayathisleisurelypaceupthroughthestreetsonwhichtheprosperityofhisnativecitywasfounded，hardlyanyfigurecouldhavelookedmorealientoitslife。Heglancedupanddownthefacadesandthroughthecrookedvistaslikeastranger，andtheswarthyfruitererofwhomheboughtanapple，apparentlyforthepleasureofholdingitinhishand，wasnotsurprisedthatthepurchaseshouldbetransactedinhisowntongue。
　　LaphamwalkedbackthroughtheouterofficetohisownroomwithoutlookingatCorey，andduringthedayhespoketohimonlyofbusinessmatters。ThatmusthavebeenhiswayoflettingCoreyseethathewasnotovercomebythehonourofhisfather’svisit。ButhepresentedhimselfatNantasketwiththeeventsoperceptiblyonhismindthathiswifeasked："Well，Silas，hasRogersbeenborrowinganymoremoneyofyou？Idon’twantyoushouldletthatthinggotoofar。You’vedoneenough。"
　　"Youneedn’tbeafraid。I’veseenthelastofRogersforonewhile。"Hehesitated，togivethefactaneffectofnoimportance。"Corey’sfathercalledthismorning。"
　　"Didhe？"saidMrs。Lapham，willingtohumourhisfeintofindifference。"DidHEwanttoborrowsomemoneytoo？"
　　"NotasIunderstood。"Laphamwassmokingatgreatease，andhiswifehadsomecrochetingontheothersideofthelampfromhim。
　　Thegirlswereonthepiazzalookingatthemoononthewateragain。"There’snomaninitto—night，"
　　Penelopesaid，andIrenelaughedforlornly。
　　"WhatDIDhewant，then？"askedMrs。Lapham。
　　"Oh，Idon’tknow。Seemedtobejustafriendlycall。
　　Saidheoughttohavecomebefore。"
　　Mrs。Laphamwassilentawhile。Thenshesaid："Well，Ihopeyou’resatisfiednow。"
　　Laphamrejectedthesympathytooopenlyoffered。
　　"Idon’tknowaboutbeingsatisfied。Iwa’n’tinanyhurrytoseehim。"
　　Hiswifepermittedhimthispretencealso。"Whatsortofapersonishe，anywayl"
　　"Well，notmuchlikehisson。There’snosortofbusinessabouthim。Idon’tknowjusthowyou’ddescribehim。
　　He’stall；andhe’sgotwhitehairandamoustache；
　　andhisfingersareverylongandlimber。Icouldn’thelpnoticingthemashesattherewithhishandsonthetopofhiscane。Didn’tseemtobedressedverymuch，andactedjustlikeanybody。Didn’ttalkmuch。GuessIdidmostofthetalking。SaidhewasgladIseemedtobegettingalongsowellwithhisson。HeaskedafteryouandIrene；
　　andhesaidhecouldn’tfeeljustlikeastranger。
　　Saidyouhadbeenverykindtohiswife。OfcourseIturneditoff。Yes，"saidLaphamthoughtfully，withhishandsrestingonhisknees，andhiscigarbetweenthefingersofhislefthand，"Iguesshemeanttodotherightthing，everyway。Don’tknowasIeversawamuchpleasanterman。
　　Dunnobutwhathe’saboutthepleasantestmanIeverdidsee。"Hewasnotlettinghiswifeseeinhisavertedfacethestrugglethatrevealeditselfthere——thestruggleofstalwartachievementnottofeelflatteredatthenoticeofsterileelegance，nottobesneakinglygladofitsamiability，buttostandupandlookatitwitheyesonthesamelevel。God，whomadeussomuchlikehimself，butoutofthedust，aloneknowswhenthatstrugglewillend。ThetimehadbeenwhenLaphamcouldnothaveimaginedanyworldlysplendourwhichhisdollarscouldnotbuyifhechosetospendthemforit；
　　buthiswife’shalfdiscoveries，takingformagaininhisignoranceoftheworld，filledhimwithhelplessmisgiving。
　　Acloudyvisionofsomethingunpurchasable，wherehehadsupposedtherewasnothing，hadcowedhiminspiteoftheburlyresistanceofhispride。
　　"Idon’tseewhyheshouldn’tbepleasant，"saidMrs。Lapham。
　　"He’sneverdoneanythingelse。"
　　Laphamlookedupconsciously，withanuneasylaugh。
　　"Pshaw，Persis！youneverforgetanything？"
　　"Oh，I’vegotmorethanthattoremember。Isupposeyouaskedhimtorideafterthemare？"
　　"Well，"saidLapham，reddeningguiltily，"hesaidhewasafraidofagoodhorse。"
　　"Then，ofcourse，youhadn’taskedhim。"Mrs。Laphamcrochetedinsilence，andherhusbandleanedbackinhischairandsmoked。
　　Atlasthesaid，"I’mgoingtopushthathouseforward。
　　They’reloafingonit。There’snoreasonwhyweshouldn’tbeinitbyThanksgiving。Idon’tbelieveinmovinginthedeadofwinter。"
　　"Wecanwaittillspring。We’reverycomfortableintheoldplace，"answeredhiswife。Thenshebrokeoutonhim：
　　"Whatareyouinsuchahurrytogetintothathousefor？DoyouwanttoinvitetheCoreystoahouse—warming？"
　　Laphamlookedatherwithoutspeaking。
　　"Don’tyousupposeIcanseethroughyouIdeclare，SilasLapham，ifIdidn’tknowdifferent，Ishouldsayyouwereaboutthebiggestfool！Don’tyouknowANYthing？
　　Don’tyouknowthatitwouldn’tdotoaskthosepeopletoourhousebeforethey’veaskedustotheirs？They’dlaughinourfaces！"
　　"Idon’tbelievethey’dlaughinourfaces。What’sthedifferencebetweenouraskingthemandtheiraskingus？"
　　demandedtheColonelsulkily。
　　"Oh，well！Ifyoudontsee！"
　　"Well，IDON’Tsee。ButIdon’twanttoaskthemtothehouse。Isuppose，ifIwantto，IcaninvitehimdowntoafishdinneratTaft’s。"
　　Mrs。Laphamfellbackinherchair，andletherworkdropinherlapwiththat"Tckk！"inwhichhersexknowshowtoexpressuttercontemptanddespair。
　　"What’sthematter？"
　　"Well，ifyouDOsuchathing，Silas，I’llneverspeaktoyouagain！It’snoUSE！It’sNOuse！Ididthink，afteryou’dbehavedsowellaboutRogers，Imighttrustyoualittle。ButIseeIcan’t。Ipresumeaslongasyouliveyou’llhavetobenosedaboutlikeaperfect——Idon’tknowwhat！"
　　"Whatareyoumakingsuchafussabout？"demandedLapham，terriblycrestfallen，buttryingtopluckupaspirit。
　　"Ihaven’tdoneanythingyet。Ican’taskyouradviceaboutanythinganymorewithouthavingyouflyout。
　　Confoundit！IshalldoasIpleaseafterthis。"
　　Butasifhecouldnotendurethatcontemptuousatmosphere，hegotup，andhiswifeheardhiminthedining—roompouringhimselfoutaglassofice—water，andthenheardhimmountthestairstotheirroom，andslamitsdoorafterhim。
　　"Doyouknowwhatyourfather’swantingtodonow？"